Secrets Poem by Claude H Oliver II

Secrets



When secrets are safe in their dark homes
The fear they engender is allowed to roam
Night is their time of planting and growth
Selective memory is their fertile soil
Tending them is arduous toil

Yet when exposed to the light of day
Like roaches secrets scatter away
Fear becomes a passing storm
The end of winter
Pleasant and warm

3/18/2008

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